Asian in the 80s - a glorious time of innocence, a time of great ignorance
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Growing up in West Central Iowa, I thought I knew who I was. I had lived in the same town since I was four. I was Jane, a girl with lots of friends, who liked being the center of attention. As an Asian-American, I knew I looked different than everyone around me. I had shiny, long black hair that hung to my waist. I had dark tan skin from all my days delivering the afternoon newspaper and swimming at the pool in the summer.
Jane, thank you so much for sharing your experience. By doing so, you open us all up to wanting to learn more about you, your life experiences, and that of those you intend to write about. Again, thank you!
Thanks for this! Keep up the great writing!
Jane, thank you so much for sharing your experience. By doing so, you open us all up to wanting to learn more about you, your life experiences, and that of those you intend to write about. Again, thank you!